Eleven young women lined up, ready for inspection. All, except Eloise, wore the drab rough prison dresses that buttoned at the front. No care had been taken of the garments, many buttons were missing, the material threadbare. The grey colour wore dark sweat patches from below armpits and over thrusting breasts.

They stood, tethered in the vast space created by the octagonal shape of the building. It was easily big enough to take a thousand or more people. Two huge rails crossed the towering space, each arm of the 'X' carrying four huge industrial winches. Around the perimeter, half way up the tall walls was a gallery. The prisoners looked up to see more guards leaning casually against the rail.

New arrivals were of interest to every man who worked there. It would not be long before they would feast their eyes on the young tender flesh that lay hidden at present.

It was assessment time. The austere carved wooden doors had been shut with an echoing thud. From a more normal sized door opposite the detained, the inspection team made their entrance. There was a guard with a clipboard and a white-coated man carrying a stethoscope. The third, also in a white coat, was a bespectacled, pale faced man with a tall forehead accentuated by his baldness.

Between the inspection team and the waiting detainees a waist frame had been erected. There were straps with leather cuffs to which each woman would soon be secured.

The bespectacled man nodded to the guards.

The first subject found her arms freed from behind her back. She was led forward to the frame, a guard on each arm. Once there, the soft gentle voice of the bespectacled man drifted across the space.

"I want you to remove your clothes and lean over the bar in front of you."

She looked askance at the kindly soft face, incredulous that these words had come from him.

"If you would do as I ask." His request seemed civil, but obviously one she wished to decline.

"The guards will help you if you do not carry out my request and they are very rough, you know."

She looked to each side. The guards were big and strong. There seemed no choice. The first two buttons on her dress were missing, revealing all but a fraction of her milk white breasts held so firmly erect by her half cup bra. She undid the remaining buttons in a slow dream-like state. Holding the edges of the dress together, she looked to each side a second time to see the guards were eager to help her and thereby see more of her assets.

Unlike some of the prisoners she had not been abused and used during her arrest and detention. That may have been because her family were able to keep an eye on events in the local prison. This would not be the case at the Slave Factory. The police would tell her parents that she had been released. Later, they would make a pretence of trying to find her and 'sadly' admit there was no trace.

Her life sentence had been agreed and there was no need to delay its implementation. Her loud protests over the treatment of other prisoners would now lead to her discovery of how bad that treatment could really be.

The coat-like dress slid from her arms. A hand snatched the dress from her and tossed it into a large plastic bin.

Her hesitations grew longer. She reached half way round to the bra clasp and then stopped. She could not bring herself to remove it despite three more attempts.

The guards were short on patience and they grabbed hold of her, ripping the hooks free then tearing the bra from her. They then shoved her to the bar and bent her forward over it. With her wrists re-cuffed in front of her, a rope drew them further and further, making her upper body stretch horizontally from the bar. The effect was to leave her unsupported breasts hanging invitingly in their glorious fullness.

She had no time to think as her ankles were moved easily out to each end of the frame base where they were secured to cuffs fixed for the purpose.

"You can't do this," she said with a quivering voice.

They could do this and were doing this and would do more than this. The side of her ample panties was grabbed. A knife sliced through the material. The other side was cut through and the destroyed cover to her modesty was whipped from between her legs, ending its fluttering route in the disposal bin.

Nakedness had come to her. She shook her head and screamed at her assailants.

"Don't you touch me, you bastards! You haven't heard the last of this!"

The quietly spoken professorial type raised his eyebrows to crease his long forehead. He lazily wafted a hand in the direction of the guards. "I think perhaps we have heard the last of this."

A handful of the woman's short black hair pulled her head back and a lump of rubber rammed its way passed her teeth. A strap secured the gag bit deep inside her mouth, reducing any further complaints to a jumble of unintelligible noises. Her head still tossed aggressively, but this was acceptable as its effect was to make her hanging breasts perform a dance of enticement.

Amidst her turmoil she was hardly aware of the approach of the man with the stethoscope. He was pulling on a pair of surgical gloves as he neared her secured buttocks. Her wide stance made it easy to press open the entrance to her vagina.

Her eyes nearly popped out with indignation, but were quickly screwed tightly shut as the hand investigated the soft passageway.

The women waiting their turn watched intently at what would soon be their fate. Eloise whimpered in realisation that this fate would come to her in time.

The inspection of one orifice was over but the next was a violation of a much more disturbing nature to the woman. The doctor thrust his fingers then the whole of his hand into her rectum and as he squirmed it about inside her, he looked to the professor.

"Surprisingly good elasticity."

The guard with the clipboard made some notes as the professor whispered to him.

The doctor withdrew his hand with a smug smile on his face. The soiled gloves were removed and disposed of. He then proceeded to check out her thigh muscles, back and shoulders. Having checked her ears and tearful eyes, he squeezed her dangling mammaries. The smile grew on his face as his fingers palpated the flesh with unnecessary vigour.

"No signs of any problems," he commented.

Satisfied with this he took up the stethoscope and searched beneath her dangling breast for her rapid heartbeat. He then listened to her lungs, passing over her back with speed and precision.

"Everything is as it should be, given the situation."

"Good," said the professor. "Put her in the possibles."

He turned and spoke to the busily writing guard while the prisoner was removed from the frame.

The guards dragged the woman toward another horizontal bar, this one being set high above her. Sets of handcuffs swung lazily from ropes and a board with numbers on adorned the front of the bar. Duly cuffed, the rope was adjusted, forcing her onto the tips of her toes. Her gag was removed and she was left to struggle against the inescapable restraint. Her nakedness and her taut position in front of all these men left her feeling completely defeated, helpless and hopeless. Above her twitching form was the number one. Soon she would not be alone as a second woman would be hanging beneath the number two.

Selection continued. The women found themselves in an impossible dilemma. If they did not take off their clothes, the guards would do it for them. If they took off their clothes themselves, it would not mean they would avoid being strapped over the bar. It was a choice of denying the guards the pleasure of stripping them bare or seeming to approve of how they were being treated.

The doctor was thoroughly enjoying his part in it all. Fingers dug deeply into the unprotected flesh as he searched for any major faults that might affect their ability to work and absorb the suffering intended for them.

Two were rejected. Their physical health seemed a little suspect and while it was always wise to test every type of person, whatever their health, this was not the intention for the next few weeks at least. Another was rejected purely because there was already a woman of very similar build, who was preferred. The professor did not want all the women to be exactly the same. He knew the equipment would be used on all sorts of body shapes and sizes, either by choice or necessity. He had to test its ability to accommodate whatever the preference of the operator might be.

Copious amounts of notes were made. The line of girls hanging beneath the bar had grown to seven, while the rejected were handcuffed, now naked, to the wall where they had started.

The last to be assessed was Eloise.

Her father was doing undercover work for the government. Unfortunately she had discovered what his work was. Being a sweet and gentle thing, he realised she would give the game away at some time or another. He did not care at all for her, seeing her as weak and unappreciative of how it was that she had such a good lifestyle. He wanted to enjoy whatever woman he chose to enjoy without Eloise running to her mother and getting him into trouble. She was going to get what she deserved and good riddance to her. The staged kidnapping was carried out at his house. She was getting ready to go out when four armed men burst into her room, forced the hood over her head, cuffed her wrists behind her back, then dragged her down the stairs and out into a waiting car. Her father and the man she was preparing to go out with were held at gunpoint as the raid took place. It was a perfect event, getting rid of Eloise while increasing her father's credibility with the factions he wanted to infiltrate. Best of all, the other man was totally convinced what was happening was real and he was the leader of the targeted group. Yes, it was perfect.

Eloise closed on the bar, her legs a little wobbly having observed the treatment of the others. Her stockings had been ruined, the delicate petticoat marked with dirt that had mingled with her falling tears. She had been abducted half-dressed and that half was destined to be gone very soon.

"If you would be so kind as to remove all your clothes."

The Professor's polite request stood out for its hollowness after the treatment of the other women. Eloise, nonetheless, complied with his wishes.

Her slim, sensuous young body was bound to get a vote of excellence from the doctor. He could hardly wait for the opportunity to check her out and would no doubt seek her company as often as possible during her time at the factory.

The silken garment floated gently away from her and into the bin. The tattered stockings soon followed, revealing her slim brown legs. Suspenders were removed from her grasp, the little half-cup bra slipping gently from her arms.

It hardly seemed necessary for her to wear a bra, for without it her firm round breasts still stood proudly, the hard nipples thrusting upwards invitingly.

The full beauty of her body could be appreciated once her delicate lace trimmed panties took their leave, removed by her own trembling hands. Her even tan was only interrupted by the shaven pink slit, swollen and proud, like a beacon between her smooth thighs.

She had never been a shy girl, but felt extremely uncomfortable and fearful of what would happen to her. She hoped her father would save her, a hope that would slowly fade with the passage of time. The strangest part of it all for the young teenager was that her breasts were becoming firmer and her nipples more sensitive. The skin of her soft pink slit began to tingle, a feeling that increased as her slight waist came into contact with the cold steel bar. Her arms stretched out in their captured state. She began to pant with fear. Her legs moved apart to their fixing points. She moaned in terror of what was to happen next.

The doctor moved to view the open moist slit. "She's enjoying it," he called to the professor.

"Well that's good," came the reply. "It can be helpful if she wants us to bind her. We can elicit a lot more information from that."

Eloise was telling herself she did not want to be bound and that these feelings of arousal would pass as soon as they did anything serious to her. She was telling herself ... but she could sense a deeper darker force in her, bringing confusing doubts.

The dry matter-of-fact attitude of the professor always confused the doctor. He could not wait to see this young flexible body put through its paces. His hard cock was bursting to get at her, but he knew he would have to complete his inspection and await the wishes of the professor.

The youngster, her face flushed with embarrassment, was searched with the most thorough of checks. The doctor's hand slid in and out of her just as he wished his cock was. Eloise tried to stifle the moans striving to escape. She realised they were moans as much of pleasure as of disgust. The constant searching of the hand inside her vagina eventually got its reward. He felt his cock jerking to her escaping calls for more. He wanted her now.

A loud, affected cough echoed about the grand hall. The doctor realised the professor was becoming impatient.

Her anus was painfully opened out by the intruding fist. Heart, lungs, mammaries and all the other parts received thorough investigation. Eloise was unable to resist, held secure as she was. Her mind raged in confusion. It seemed right that in her somewhere she should resist but her body was being invoked to respond to the situation.

"I think we have everything we need." The professor interrupted the continuing search of Eloise. He wanted to get on. He knew too that the doctor would soon be completely out of control and his work would not be finished this side of tomorrow morning.